Page 12 of Mafia Kings: Dario

“It will be alright,” Papa whispered. He smiled feebly, like he was attempting to convince me of something he didn’t really believe.

I nodded and tried to be brave. Then I turned back to themafioso.“I’m ready, Don Rosolini.”

The handsome man gave me a devilish smile that was both seductive and frightening at the same time.

“My father was Don Rosolini,” he said. “You can call me Dario.”

5

Dario

She was the first thing I saw when I walked into the café.

Long brown hair spilling down her back in waves… a simple white dress…

Soulful brown eyes in the most innocent of faces.

I had been in prison four years, and only out for the last seven days.

Since my return, my brothers had tried to set me up with any number of high-priced escorts –

But I had resisted.

I told them it was too dangerous. That our enemies would try to get at me through a woman.

It was all a convenient excuse.

I didn’t actually knowwhyI had waited –

But now I knew.

I drank her in, taking in every inch of her.

Her breasts were on the small side, but shapely and firm beneath her modest dress.

Though her waist was tiny, she wasn’t exactly thin – she had some meat on her, which is how I like them. I want my woman to be awomanwhen she’s naked in my bed, not a stick figure.

Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to rip off her clothes and take her –

But it was her innocence that entranced me…

Those eyes that revealed everything she was thinking and feeling.

As soon as I saw her, I knew I had to have her.

She was scared of me – that much was plain.

But she was also surprisingly brave, willing to speak her mind.

Like when she protested, “I am no one’s possession.”

I liked that.

I liked it a great deal.

If she had been a shrinking little church mouse, I would have lost interest.

But she was like a spirited horse, begging to be broken.

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